FRIDA Go quickly, Yorul!
YORUL Well! [Going out.] A leech here for the dead! A leech, ho! [Exit.]
FRIDA [Alone with the four bodies, stands before the rune-stone.] Odin! Have pity on the dead; let them awake! [Slowly the bodies rise and look upon her; she crouches before them.] Ah me! Your eyes! They burn. O turn away Your bright eternal eyes!
[She falls unconscious. Egil, who has risen with the gold altar chain wound about him, gnaws it.]
EGIL Death! Freedom! freedom!
[Enter Yorul and a Leech, followed by the folk.]
THE LEECH Who calls for leechcraft here?
YORUL [Stands bewildered.] A miracle!
THORDIS [Bends over Frida.] The child is stricken.
ARFI Let me lift her, Thordis.